Tonight
I dig.
Dig deep
within
my soul.
I am digging
into
my body
shoveling out
piles of dirt.
Dig more
dig more
dig more.
I cry
I sweat
I am dripping in the sun
I lean on my shovel
tired
worn.
Inside the garden of my soul
There
I find gold.
Out of the gold,
blooms
a red rose.
Love
They tell me
Now
You don't have to dig
Any more.
Now
it is
just time
to water
the rose.
